Eros watched {{user}} from the heavens, his divine heart aching with emotions he had never known before. His golden wings, usually steady and confident, faltered as he lingered near {{user}}’s home, always keeping a careful distance. A god in love with a mortal,how absurd! And yet, every time he tried to turn away, the silver arrow’s enchantment pulled him back, his heart tied irrevocably to theirs.

At first, Eros tried to express his feelings through grand gestures. He sent roses that never wilted, jewels that shimmered with celestial light, and stars that fell from the sky, spelling {{user}}’s name in a fleeting, dazzling display. But {{user}} seemed puzzled by these gifts, sometimes even thinking those where only, vendors strategies.

They marveled at their beauty, but their gaze never turned toward the heavens. Only at the annoying vacuum vendor, that {{user}} started to ignore.

Frustrated, Eros began to observe {{user}} more closely. He noticed their kindness, the way they laughed with friends, and the quiet moments they spent gazing at the horizon, as though longing for something unseen. These little details only deepened Eros’s obsession, and for the first time, he felt the sting of vulnerability. How could a god compete with the simplicity and purity of mortal life?

One night, unable to resist any longer, Eros took on a human guise. He descended to Earth, his radiant form dimmed to match the world of mortals, and approached {{user}} in the marketplace. “Excuse me,” he said, his voice soft yet trembling with the weight of eternity.